Page 102 of Little Fury

“What? Why are you following me? I can talk to Harry just fine on my own.”I see his jaw tick again.“What!?”

“My guys tell me Marcus got on a plane this morning with 25 men. Their flight plan was Billings.”

“Why the fuck are you only telling me about this now? What the fuck? I can’t do anything from here! There’s no time for me to get to him! Why would you wait so long to tell me?”I go after him. My anger turned physical. I punch him in the face, connecting with his jaw. I throw another, and he blocks it.

I keep going after him, hit after hit, kick, punch; some he blocks, others land.“What the fucking hell, Liam? How the fuck am I supposed to trust you? I could have got there in time. I could be there right now to help him.”He blocks my last hits; I’m panting, my anger alive under my skin. He says nothing and stands there panting, blood dripping from his lip and eyebrow.

Matt and Ben have come to see what’s happening. Liam raises a hand to stop them from getting involved.

“FUCK!!!” I scream.

I picked up the phone from where I had dropped it and dialled his number.

“Little Fury,” he answers.

“Harry, I’m so sorry I didn’t find out until right now. I can’t get to you in time.”

“I know, Ava. I asked Liam not to tell you. I asked him to keep it to himself, so don’t be mad at him. He owed me a few favours. It cost me all of them to get him to agree to hold off telling you. He didn't seem keen on making you mad at him.Even with all the favours, the Irish asshole still told you before I told him he could.”

“Why, Harry?”

“Because the idea of my son trying to kill the woman I consider my daughter is not a sin I want weighing on my soul when I meet my maker, Ava.”

“How long have you known?”

“Since he killed Enzo. Enzo had a couple of bombshells delivered to a few folks upon his death. Marcus’s parentage was one of them.”

“Cars coming up the lane, Harry,”Sebastian says.

“Tell him, Harry! Fucking tell Marcus you’re his father. Please tell him.”

“I can’t, Ava. I can’t and won’t put that on him.”

“But he won’t kill you if he knows.”

“Ava.”

“Harry, don’t! Just fucking tell him!”

“Ava, he wouldn’t believe me if I did. Or he would, and then he would realize how I was never there for him. I can’t put that on him, Ava. I did nothing good for that boy. I won’t make my last act one that causes him more pain.”

“Goddammit, Harry.”

“Six cars, Harry,”Sebastian tells him. I hear a couple of guns cock.

“Ava, I need you to promise me something.”

“Fuck you, Harry. I’m not promising you that. The minute he pulls that trigger, he’s fucking dead.”

“Ava! I will never find peace if I know my daughter killed my son out of revenge for my death. I need you to promise me.”

“Harry–”

“Promise me, Ava!”He yells at me.

“Fuck you, Harry. You’re a son of a bitch. You have no right to make me promise this! He deserves to die for all of it.”

“Maybe he does, Ava, but then so do we all. We’ve all done enough bad in this life to warrant our deaths. But I will not have his death be because of me. Promise me.”

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